Yesterday was fairly quiet. JB and a couple of his labourers arrived but couldn’t complete their job for the day as their circular saw blade had been blunted by the plumber.
As the quarry tiles dried there was some efflorescence of mineral salts, which is perfectly normal, apparently. They will be ‘dry scrubbed’ before they are sealed.
The boiler got its new home today in the airing cupboard. Looking smart. Much better that its old location.
The new hot water tank will go in tomorrow. It’s enormous.
I think these are part of the hot water system too…
I forgot to show you my first painted ceiling! It’s the one in the kitchen. I am very pleased with it – nice coverage.
I have been testing a few more colours for the dining room. I am still eyeing the red but I definitely don’t like the others.
P the painter started to burn off the old paint on the front door.
Historically blue, green and purple seem to be the predominant colours, though it probably would have been varnished originally.
In the understairs cupboard this magazine showed up – it may have been wedged behind the old electricity board. It is a copy of The Listener from June 22nd 1989. At first I though to myself, oh, that’s fairly recent. I then did the calculations and realised 1989 was 25 years ago! But I remember 1989 like it was yesterday! Uh oh. Must be getting old.
As everyone had gone home today by 3pm I decided to have another go on the scaffold. I stepped out through the bedroom window on the first floor. Here you can see the fascias and end-jacks have been stripped and painted black.
Most of the windows have been stripped, sanded, filled and undercoated.
Here is a close-up of the decorative cast iron hopper.
It’s not blocked here but the downpipe is full of debris about halfway down.
I then lost my nerve on the scaffold and went back inside. It’s something about being able to see down through the boards. I’ll go further next time.